Until last week, I did not know anyone who had Covid-19.  But a close friend finally got it, or thinks he did.  And therein lies the insanity of this whole thing.

             He got all the symptoms:  high fever, felt yucky, dry cough, no taste or smell; he didn't check his toes.  He went to the health clinic and saw a doctor.  The doctor agreed that he probably had coronavirus.

             He could do a test for $100 .  If the test came back negative, he would need to do another $100 test because the tests are incorrect 70 percent of the time.  Folks, I'm not making this up; it's straight from the horse's mouth.

             My friend elected not to spend $200 for the bogus tests.  Doctor said just go home and rest and he'd get over it.  This is a young fellow but it knocked pretty hard.  Down a whole week before the fever left and he felt like getting back outside.

             So did this doctor register him as a person who had it?  And did he really have it?  You mean a country that spends $50 billion on the airlines can't pay for a test so a person knows?  Clearly, the doctor wasn't too interested in a test and didn't trust the ones that are administered.

             We call this science?  It's not science; it's insanity.

             I've been in close contact with this fellow daily.  Am I a carrier?  Who knows?  We really don't know much.  To trammel freedom and self-expression with such little information seems insane to me.  At least we can spend our relief money on tests, I guess.  But with such a high failure rate, what do we know?

             Do you trust the figures?